caught in the rain

“You may, you are a very kind person, after all.”

“I figured as much.” 

McCoy stood, but didn’t move from his spot, the water creature still looming over him. 

“But really kid, along with that bleedin’ shoulder you’ll get hypothermia if we don’t get you out of this weather. I’ll be honest, I’m not the best in a fight but I’ll do what I can to help if your attackers come back.”

Mitarai blinked, the adrenaline dissolving as he suddenly remembered his bleeding shoulder. The pain wasn’t too bad - nothing he couldn’t handle - and he merely stared at it for a moment, fingers digging into the fabric of his hoodie as though he could stop the bleeding with his touch. But that only made it hurt worse, and he couldn’t help but grimace and let go, shaking his head and struggling to a standing position.

He looked over at the stranger, taking in the man’s words. The attackers returning was a possibility, but...

“I wouldn’t worry, I think I still have a few minutes before it dissolves,” he explained, nodding towards the water monster. “I only get two a day, ten minutes each...” It wasn’t something he wanted, and hoped would change soon - he didn’t feel safe without control over his powers.

“HEY NOW!” McCoy yelped, his hands flying in front of him instinctively. It took him a minute to gain his composure, sitting stock still on his ass in the rain trying to figure out what happened.

What he was looking at was……

Water. With a face. He looked from it to the kid and could only assume the kid had water powers which were. Convenient in the scenario, honestly. In space one had to fill in the gaps for the unnatural and he’d seen enough not to flip his wig when something odd happened.

“If ya don’t want help that’s fine, I’ll be on my way, but if you, say, aren’t intentionally sittin’ out in the rain bleedin’ then maybe we can both get somewhere dry and I can take a look at you. I’m a doctor. Doctor McCoy.”

The adrenaline churning through Mitarai’s veins subsided as his monster loomed over the stranger. Its red eyes narrowed into slits, as if trying to assess the situation. But it was a creature born from emotion, and only responded to Mitarai’s intense terror from before. Now that he was a bit calmer, the boy could see that it was raining, yes, but there was a man in front of him offering him help. A doctor.

But no one’s ever helped you.

Except that wasn’t true anymore, intrusive-thoughts-that-sounded-like-Sensui. Someone had helped him in the past, and he’d never forget that. It made him look at the world with more trust, more optimism - it made him not fear it as much.

“…someone I know.” Her shoulders slump.

“We had a promise but…I left him behind when I came here.”

>> smol post of proof that i responded to three minis for a pocket knife from the store!

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For every “Trope” I get, I will post a TV trope for my muse.

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